But this middle-aged censor actually didn't understand?
Or... was he pretending not to?
Hearing this, Gu Chengyin could not help but look at the middle-aged censor with a bit of admiration.
Yes, admiration.
To dare jump out at this time and play this trick on him.
He was either a reckless fool, or...
He had someone backing him.
Gu Chengyin's gaze swept across the censor's face, and then across the people behind him.
The Luodu Censorate, the Luodu Ministry of Justice, the Luodu Ministry of Rites.
Three groups of people, lined up neatly.
Interesting.
Gu Chengyin smiled lightly and spoke:
Lord Censor, do you mean to say...
He paused, his tone leisurely:
If I don't wear a cangue and shackles, I cannot enter Luodu?
Hearing this, the middle-aged censor puffed out his chest, raising his voice a few notches:
The Great Luo Laws decree!
All imperial criminals must wear a cangue around their neck and shackles on their feet to prevent escape during transit!
This matter is fully in accordance with the rules and the law!
Even if this is brought before His Majesty, this official has a clear conscience!
Listening to this, Gu Chengyin's smile deepened.
What a matter fully in accordance with the rules and the law, what a clear conscience.
He could not help but shake his head gently:
What a hostile welcoming party.
Just as he finished speaking.
Lin Qingyan, who had been silent by his side, suddenly spoke up:
You are the one who has come.
They are at most just lackeys.
The entire scene fell dead silent.
The censor's face instantly flushed the color of pig liver.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But meeting Lin Qingyan's cold and indifferent eyes, the words that reached his lips were forced back down.
Lin Qingyan.
Jingzhe of the Celestial Master Mansion.
How could a lowly censor like him dare to clash head-on with her?
But if he cowed like this, how would he explain it to that lord?
The middle-aged censor gritted his teeth and braced himself to speak:
Lord Jingzhe, that is not what this humble official meant...
Lin Qingyan did not look at him.
Her gaze fell somewhere in the empty air, as if the people before her were not worth a second glance.
The middle-aged censor's words were left hanging in the air, with no one responding.
The atmosphere reached the peak of awkwardness.
Watching this scene, Gu Chengyin almost laughed out loud.
He coughed lightly, suppressing his amusement, and waved his hand at the censor:
Lord Censor, my little aunt is straightforward with her words. Please do not take it to heart.
The middle-aged censor's complexion only then eased slightly.
He was just about to say a few polite words to save face when he heard Gu Chengyin continue:
However, Your Lordship just said that we must act according to the Great Luo Laws...
Gu Chengyin paused, his gaze falling on the censor's face, brimming with smiles:
This imperial criminal would like to ask for some guidance.
The middle-aged censor's heart tightened.
Gu Chengyin's voice was unhurried:
According to the Great Luo Laws, whoever escorts an imperial criminal is responsible for them.
For my return to the capital this time, my escort is my little aunt.
Gu Chengyin turned his head to look at Lin Qingyan:
Little aunt, did you put a cangue and shackles on this imperial criminal?
Lin Qingyan glanced at him.
Although she remained as cold as ever, there was a trace of reproach hidden in her eyes that only Gu Chengyin could see.
She spoke indifferently:
No.
Gu Chengyin nodded and turned back to look at the middle-aged censor:
Lord Censor, did you hear that? My little aunt says no.
The middle-aged censor's face changed.
Gu Chengyin continued:
According to the Great Luo Laws, since the escort did not put a cangue and shackles on the imperial criminal, then it is the escort's matter.
If Your Lordship wishes to pursue accountability, you should pursue my little aunt, rather than stopping this imperial criminal from entering the city.
Gu Chengyin's smile deepened as he pointedly remarked:
Or could it be...
He dragged out his tone:
You feel that because my little aunt did a poor job, you are preparing to give her some pointers?
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged censor's face turned completely pale.
He abruptly turned his head to look at Lin Qingyan.
Lin Qingyan's expression remained cold, as if she had heard nothing.
But her eyes narrowed slightly.
The middle-aged censor's legs instantly went weak, and he immediately cupped his hands in a bow:
This... this humble official would not dare!
He said repeatedly, his voice trembling:
This humble official absolutely has no such intentions! Lord Jingzhe's handling of matters is naturally... perfectly fine!
Gu Chengyin nodded:
That is more like it.
He waved his hand at Chen Busha:
Deputy Group Leader Chen, since the Lord Censor has no objections, let us enter the city.
Chen Busha understood his intention and immediately shouted loudly:
Enter the city!
But right at this moment.
The middle-aged censor gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his head.
His face was pale, the cold sweat on his forehead yet to dry, but his eyes were filled with the madness of a desperate gamble.
He shouted loudly once again:
Lord Jingzhe!
This shout used up all the strength in his body, so sharp that his voice almost cracked.
The middle-aged censor's voice continued to ring out, speaking extremely fast, as if he was afraid that if he stopped, he would never be able to continue:
According to the Great Luo Laws, when an imperial criminal passes through a city, they must be detained in the Ministry of Justice prison, to... to...
He could no longer speak the rest of his words.
Because Lin Qingyan had locked her eyes onto him.
Just a moment ago, she was merely cold and distant, but now her gaze was quenched in ice, carrying undisguised killing intent.
It was as if in the next instant, golden lightning would surge forth and blast this reckless fool into fine powder.
The middle-aged censor's mouth hung open, but he could not produce any sound.
His legs had already gone soft; if not for someone supporting him from behind, he would have likely collapsed to the ground.
He knew he was finished.
But he could not retreat.
Because the person behind him would not let him retreat.
The middle-aged censor closed his eyes, waiting for that golden lightning to fall.
Ultimately, the lightning did not fall.
A figure blocked his front.
Gu Chengyin.
He stood between Lin Qingyan and the middle-aged censor, his back to the censor, facing Lin Qingyan.
Like a wall, he forcefully severed that gaze full of killing intent.
Gu Chengyin reached out his hand, gently grasping Lin Qingyan's hand, and said softly:
Little aunt, there is no need to be angry.
The killing intent in Lin Qingyan's eyes paused slightly.
He is just cannon fodder. If you really make a move, the loss will outweigh the gain.
Lin Qingyan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the killing intent in her eyes gradually withdrew.
It was replaced by her usual coldness.
She nodded slightly, saying nothing.
Gu Chengyin smiled, gently squeezed Lin Qingyan's hand, and then turned around.
His gaze fell on the middle-aged censor's face.
His face was as pale as paper, and the cold sweat on his forehead trickled down his cheeks.
His entire body was teetering on the verge of collapse. The few officials behind him also kept their heads lowered, not daring to meet Gu Chengyin's eyes.
Gu Chengyin sighed softly, carrying an indescribable sense of pity.
Even if I don't go to the Ministry of Justice prison, what can you do to me?
The middle-aged censor's lips trembled, unable to speak.
Gu Chengyin continued, his tone leisurely:
Anyway, I am already an imperial criminal. The worst that can happen is decapitation.
Right at this moment, Gu Chengyin suddenly changed the subject and shouted sternly:
Deputy Group Leader Chen!
Chen Busha had been waiting on the side all along, and upon hearing this, he immediately stepped forward.
Standing by Gu Chengyin's side, he respectfully cupped his hands:
Present!
Gu Chengyin's voice was clear and bright, spreading across the entire city gate:
Pass down my orders!
Everyone will stay at the Fan Tower! Spend as much money as you want!
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s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
